"Please!" she iterated, with the least imperative pressure on his hand, pushing the folder aside.
"I beg pardon?" he muttered blankly.
"Is it quite necessary, now, to study those schedules? Haven't you decided to try for the Bruges express?"
"Why yes, but—"
"Then please don't leave me to my thoughts all the time, Mr. Kirkwood." There was a tremor of laughter in her voice, but her eyes were grave and earnest. "I'm very weary of thinking round in a circle—and that," she concluded, with a nervous little laugh, "is all I've had to do for days!"
"I'm afraid I'm very stupid," he humored her. "This is the second time, you know, in the course of a very brief acquaintance, that you have found it necessary to remind me to talk to you."
"Oh-h!" She brightened. "That night, at the Pless? But that was ages ago!"
"It seems so," he admitted.
"So much has happened!"
"Yes," he assented vaguely.